(A mostly true story inspired and co-authored by Desiree Boudoir)
Five months and sixteen days is a long time in the life of a horny twenty-six-year-old couple, separated by the isolation of a global pandemic. Megan and Eric had met in the usual way, by swiping right to each other's postings on a dating app. Megan had posted a 'hot girlfriends' picture with her bestie, Bridgette, their sexy embrace and big smiles indicating to a prospective suitor that she was playful, fun, and sociable. She had posted some cheesy text that more than suggested that she was a girl who knew how to have a good time both when she was out on the town and when she was naked between the sheets. Eric's photo showed him sitting on a fallen log in the middle of the woods with his little dog -- actually, a borrowed one -- with a warm smile and a shirt that highlighted his arm muscles and forearm tattoo. His profile posting was even worse than his photo, but it nonetheless caught Megan's attention and her finger swiped right. The two did the obligatory exchange of sexually flirty texts, followed by Facetime calls and the sharing of intimate selfies and short videos of themselves in various stages of undress. Eric lived four hours away but the idea of getting into Megan's pants was worth the time and the cost of a tank of gas. Besides, he liked to get out on the open road once in a while anyway.
After a few days of sexting, the two finally met at a local coffee shop one chilly December Saturday afternoon, 2019, in Megan's town, and their gamble paid off. Before the end of the day, they had gone from being relative strangers sipping coffee in public to intimate sex partners exchanging bodily fluids in private. Modern technology had proven to be an effective way for them to satisfy their lust, and while their addresses were hours apart, a relationship had started, and they quickly became exclusive with one another. Eric made the drive each weekend in January and February for them to be together physically, and their hearts and bodies soon became as dependent on one another as an addict is on his daily fix. Sex sessions over Facetime became their nightly connection and mutual masturbation helped ease their separation, but nothing compared to their weekend romps when they each nearly died from giving and receiving excessive orgasms.
Then the world collapsed in March.
Megan lived in a four-bedroom apartment that she shared with three roommates -- Becca, Ryan and Jorge. The four had been close friends since college, and their first jobs put them in close enough proximity to justify sharing an apartment in the city. There had never been anything sexual between them. They were just really good friends who would do anything for each other, and when the pandemic hit, they found themselves locked down together to ride out the quarantine. Jorge had been the first to become aware of what might be coming, so he started stocking up the apartment with food and toilet paper weeks before everything shut down. They were safe in their little pod, but when the door finally closed them in from the world, their only escape became the internet.
For his part, Eric lived in a small two-bedroom apartment with his fairly new stepsister, Kelly, and her best friend, Amber. He at least had his own room, but the walls were so thin that the girls couldn't help but be aware of the intimate details of his Facetime calls with Megan. They actually found it rather amusing and would often tease him in the morning with mimicking grunts and moans when he walked out into the kitchen. Truth be told, they were both a bit jealous that Eric had someone special in his life, and each wished secretly that she did too. The girls never professed to be lesbians -- just close friends -- but sometimes Eric would hear the buzzing of one or both of their vibrators late at night, and he would usually rub out one more load himself while listening to them climax before finally falling asleep to dream about Megan. Lock-down for a horny guy living with two women was tough on him.
Over the course of the months, the two had introduced their roommates to each other over Facetime, and they all had become virtual friends. Megan was a bit concerned about Kelly and Amber but knew that she needed to trust that Eric was being faithful, and he had given her no reason to doubt his integrity. She could see the sexual frustration building on his face with each passing week, however, and figured that the pandemic was going to demand creativity if they were going to keep this relationship going. Eric was more oblivious regarding Megan's living situation but didn't figure that she would ever cheat on him. He also knew, however, that Jorge and Ryan were probably getting as horny as he was. He just hoped that Becca was a girl who was willing to put out for both of them, so that they would leave Megan alone just for him.
Five months and sixteen days later, the toll of the physical separation was becoming apparent, and they were both starting to get worried. Eric needed to feel Megan's naked flesh rubbing against his body and the warmth of her mouth sucking on his dick. He needed to fondle her breasts and to finger her pussy. He needed to taste her sex and feel his cock inserted deeply inside of her as her body lost control as he brought her to her climax! Four hours away, Megan was desperate for Eric's touch too. Her body craved his caresses and his kisses. She was desperate to feel his cock and the shudder of his body as she brought him to orgasm. They both were realizing that if this relationship was going to survive the lock-down, desperate measures were going to have to be taken, and soon.
After yet another evening of masturbating for each other over the internet, Megan broached the sensitive subject. "I'm worried about us, Eric. This virtual thing is fine, but I really need you to fuck me, and I hope you miss fucking me too! There's no news about this quarantine ending anytime soon, and I'm starting to get scared for us."
"Me too. It's not helping that Kelly and Amber have their vibrators going every night and sometimes in the morning and afternoon too! They know I can hear them, but they don't seem to care at all anymore. Some days they don't even put pants on as they walk around in the apartment. I'm starting to think that they're getting off on teasing me. Honest, Megan, I'm behaving myself. I promise!" Eric realized that he had just, perhaps, shared too much.
"Becca and Ryan have been in each other's rooms a lot more than usual, lately," Megan said. "I'm pretty sure they're getting busy with each other. Jorge just sits in his room and watches either sci-fi or porn most of the time. This pandemic sucks!"
"What are we gonna do, Megan? I don't wanna lose you, and I don't want either of us to have a moment of weakness."
The two sat in silence for a long time. Finally, Megan tentatively spoke. "When I was in college, I had a...friend...that would come over once in a while, if you know what I mean." They hadn't shared much about past relationships yet, but desperate times called for desperate measures. "What if we gave each other a Hall Pass to keep us from going crazy?"
"You want to fuck Jorge and Ryan?!?" Eric asked with a little fear in his voice. "Are you breaking up with me?"
"NO!!! Not at all! I'm thinking it would just be for sex, Eric. Maybe you hook up with the girls and I hook up with the guys once in a while, just to give us each some physical contact with another human being. You know, skin touching! We could share every detail afterward with each other if you'd want to. Or maybe something over Facetime where we could watch? Just sex. Nothing more."
Eric sat stunned. His girlfriend had just suggested that they fuck other people -- and maybe even watch each other doing it! That's a pretty big ask! "You really think you could do this without catching feelings?"
"I think so. I did it before. You?"
"I don't know. Would be pretty weird. What if Kelly told my dad and stepmom?"
"Why don't you have a talk with the girls, and I'll talk with the guys. If they're interested, let's all chat tomorrow on Facetime."
"Wow! How do you start THIS conversation?" Eric said.
At Eric's...
Late the following morning, Eric walked into the kitchen and found Kelly and Amber sitting at the table having their first cups of coffee. As they had been doing more and more lately, both were wearing loose-fitting t-shirts and panties, but no pants. Kelly had on a pair of knee socks as well. The room was a little cool in the morning air, and their nipples proudly announced to Eric and to each other that their bras were safely tucked away in their underwear drawers, unlikely to be seen again until they could finally emerge from the quarantine. Eric's dick swelled a bit in his grey sweatpants at the sight of the two scantily clad women, so he quickly turned to pour his coffee, letting his arousal subside before turning back to them.
"So...Megan and I were talking last night," he began.
"We heard! Your poor dick must be so sore from all that jacking off!" The girls laughed at the joke. "Hope they don't start rationing hand lotion!"
"Ha ha! Very funny. And I hope you two have stocked up on plenty of batteries!" Eric grinned and the girls blushed a little. "Did you hear any of our conversation after that?"
Amber replied a little more subdued this time. "We got a little busy ourselves after we heard you...release," she confessed. "Why?"
